Bulma Briefs woke up with a decidedly odd feeling. She checked to make sure things were where she left them, that it was the day after yesterday and that she was all in one piece. After assuring herself that it was otherwise a normal morning at Capsule Co., she decided to get dressed and head downstairs. That's when it hit her. ::Breakfast! I don't smell breakfast! Normally Mom's been cooking for at least an hour by now. I wonder why she's not down there. Nothing bad could have happened to her, could it have? :: Filled with anxiety, she raced down to the kitchen to make sure no accident had befallen her mother. She burst through the door to find an empty room-well, nearly empty. There was someone in it, though they looked more annoyed than ailling. "Onna!!" shouted Vegeta. "Where's my food?! I've been waiting for over half an hour for your baka mother to come down!" "Your breakfast is in the fridge!" Bulma yelled back. "Why don't you fix it yourself for a change, you-" "Calm down, children. Really, Bulma, you shoudn't yell so much at your guest." Both turned and stared aghast at the figure coming down the stairs. "MOM!! Where have you been?! I was worried." Bulma managed to get out. "Oh, silly dear, you shouldn't have. I've been upstairs in my room." Mrs. Briefs tittered as she hauled out a giant skillet to cook Vegeta's breakfast. "Doing what?" asked Bulma dumbfoundedly. "Now, I don't think you want a straight answer to that, no dear. Let's just say today is a special day for your father and I and we were celebrating in an appropriate manner." Mrs. Briefs turned back to the stove, humming to herself. ::Special day, special day.:: Bulma pondered. ::What would be a special day for my parents? Aha!!:: "It's your anniversary!" she exclaimed. "Oh geez, Mom, you didn't have to tell me all that. Now I'm going to have a bad mental picture of my parents.ugh." Bulma shuddered as she tried to banish such thoughts. Vegeta, meanwhile, was trying to make sense of what the two women had said. ::Anniversary? Of what? Wiat, the onna said something about her and the bakayaro's six month anniversary, so.she's celebrating having a nate? Which would involve, at least on Vegeta-sei.for once the onna's right. I didn't need to know that.:: Mrs. Briefs set platefulls of food on the table and Vegeta abandoned all thought that didn't focus on getting it to his mouth. Bulma snatched a plate of scrambled eggs and for a moment the kitchen was devoid of shouted insults. But soon enough Vegeta noticed the missing plate and launched into another tirade. Bulma, strangely enough, sat clamly throughout it, not giving any of her normal pert responces. When Vegeta appeared to be running out of steam, she smiled disarmingly at him. "Vegeta, I could cook my own food, but do you think I'd really want to eat it? I may not have as discriminating a palate as you, but I don't like eating TV dinners for every meal. But thanks for th look on your face, it's priceless." She smiled once more before she took her dishes to the sink and headed for the lab. Mrs. Briefs finished loading the dishwasher and also left. Vegeta sat alone at the table, still puzzled. ::Did I win that?::

Bulma stretched as she looked up from her current project. ::2:30 already? No wonder I'm hungry. Guess I'll venture back to the kitchen and hope Vegeta hasn't reappeared-or my mother.